Ora accolgo tra le mie braccia tuo figlio, bambino appena nato, come feci con te sapendo che troppo presto mi sarà maestro. Forse inflessibile come e più del padre; spero gentile, sognante, dolce e delicato come un suo lontano parente conosciuto molti inverni fa.

Mi mancherai morente anno, come tutte le cose che lasciano un segno indelebile sul muro infinito dei Ricordi. Mi mancherai perchè con te ho imparato, perchè mi hai insegnato, perchè sei Stato nonostante tutto!

Addio 2007,

by now we are in Christmas, some people buy gifts, some other plan to take an holiday and some other, like me, want to take a break from the ordinary life style. Now I'll tell you my Xmas eve and briefly what I did this Sunday.
How it's well know, between Saturday was the Winter solstice and Sunday, the day after, was the day (or batter the night) of full moon. I was very curious in another new way, away from the cities light that unfortunately cover almost of the shiny stars. But alas Sunday morning was a very cloudy day and during the afternoon and the evening the weather won't get better, so until the morning I understood that no sun or shiny stars waiting for me! :-) Even if I have decided that I couldn't stay at home and do nothing, so I have departed to reached Stivo mountain top from an alternative path in the wood. At 11:00 AM I was in Troiana, ready to go to Malga Vallestrè. When I reached Malga Vallestrè I have taken the path called sentiero del diavolo (in English could sounds like Hell's path), numbered with S.A.T. path number 666. It's true, it isn't a joke! After about two hour I have reached Stivo Mountain top that was rolled up in the foggy. Then after an hot thick vegetable soup, I was ready to come back home by foot.
Sunday was therefore an ordinary trekking day. Now I'll tell you about Monday, about an extraordinary Christmas eve.
I was setting down near Nicola on his car sit, we was reaching the mountain refuge Graziani on Altissimo mountain. Over our heads there were wonderful stars and side by side there was an incredible full (not at all) moon that with its palled light was keeping us good company. After a while, maybe for the bright and lively chat, maybe for the spell that the full moon put on us or just because we can't reach a mountain top without detaure, we had lost the right path and so we have reached the mountain top from a new path, that it will be called Nicola-Roberto's BIS path (BIS because we have had open a new path on the other side of mountain some months ago, and Nicola was first in the both path name because... :-) ).
After an hour and half we were on the mountain top but unfortunately it was close!!!!!!!!! I've not carried with myself any hot tea or anything else to eat! You can think that I'm not too smart but this is that will happen to follow Nicola at about 8:00 P.M. at Christmas eve, on a new path under an incredible full moon!... i.e. a wonderful Xmas gift. Yes, for me this is a gift because when you are at almost 2100 mt. hight with a cold ind that slapping your face and stand motionless singing "Fischia il vento...", you couldn't want everything else apart three disco dancing girls: a red hair with green eyes, a brown hair with blue eyes and a blond hair one with sky-blue eyes inside the mountain refuge... Nicola, I've forget someone else? :-)
After take some photos we departed to reach the car and when we have been at the almost the end of the path we have discovered that we had taken the wrong path till the start of our tour, but I'm glad of this!
After ten kilometers we have stopped to a typical Trentino restaurant, were for Xmas eve supper we have eaten a an ostrich stew with mash tun and polenta (it's a sort of thick porrige made with maize flour). Maybe this restaurant it's not the most typical in Trentino! :-)
At twelve o'clock we were drinking brulè wine (an hot and spice wine) with our friend Christian.
Today or batter yesterday I had a delicious Xmas lunch with my family. Now it 3.36 A.M. on 26 of December, I dress up with my most elegant dress with a very cute tie... but this matter little now.
Before live you I wold like to thanks with Nicola, maybe the only person at world that endorse my insane mountain project. Many thanks Nicola!
See you soon meanwhile the sunrise!

Mio

today is the winter solstice the etymology of this word has come from Latin origin, it came from the compound form of "sol=sun" and "sistere=to stand" this is because the apparently don' change its position in the sky from the day after. Tonight will be the longest night whole year and of course the shortest day and tomorrow will be the first day of Winter!
I would like to wish you a nice, happy and light Christmas time. In this way I have insert in this post two web cam movie for ideally cling in an global embrace everyone from the north to the south of the world, my home here and all the other that are represented with the antipodal (or batter the most antipodal) place that I have found.















Arco, Trento. Italy (45° 55' N, 10° 52' 60 E) .................................... St. Clair, Akaroa County. New Zealand. (45° 55' 0S, 170° 28' 60E)

See you soon to everyone have a nice Xmas time!

Mio

Hello cuisine-food blogger,

PS: Almond, walnut and pine nut are without shell
Now we can go ahead to the next step.
Procedure:

If your result will be like my first zelten in pictures I congratulate with you because I've done it with the evaluable aid of my grandma G.!
I hope that you will appreciate it like me. My first zelten has been the first that I have never eaten and now ask to myself why I haven't taste it before!
See you soon,

Mio


PS: the original Trentino zelten is made with out pine nut and candy (just the inside one) and it foresee instead of them 200 gr. of hazelnut always without shell

Step by step

One step,
I tread on the gruond question without answer.
Another step,
I tread on the ground question with aswer that are too much heavy.
Fatigue and breathless,
thanks for do not make me think!
Ahead, on and on.
Fatigue, I want it more.
Breathless, don't leave me alone.
Step by step,
I do another little STEP.

this time I would like to tell you about my last lecture Le Petit Prince, that in English version is well-know with the tittle The little Prince, it has been advised to me from very buddy person more than one year ago. This time I'll be very very concise because this book couldn't be narrate but it must be understand and unfortunately I can't do this for you. I just advise you to read it because it worth it always!
If I could give just another last advise, I would tell you that don't let cheat from the format of this book from the huge font, from the children like pictures inside (that have drew the author) on the cover or inside it. Maybe you will find it only in the children corner in a book store and you'll be surprise like me... but there is its right place and you understand this when you'll understand just a little bit this wonderful book.
I tell you this because I have had read this book three times during more than year and this time I have take about one month to read it. I'm not sure but just now I think that I have understand something of its special teaching.
Now I want to stop to talk about it, because I think that I could brake the wonderful magic that for me is cling to this difficult, wonderful, unique and special book. I could tell you just that If you try to understand and you reached in part this goal you'll see the star like you have had never seen it!
See you soon,

Mio

Passarono poche lune, un meraviglioso tramonto colorava di rosso le curiose forme delle nuvole create da un cielo che si sentiva bambino. Dal bosco che cingeva la collina usci il giovane che nell'autunno aveva fatto visita alla maestosa roccia e turbato se ne era allontanato in preda a mille domande e a mille pensieri. Teneva in mano un fiore, una rosa rossa rossa presa chissà dove, si avvicinò alla figura della giovane sfiorò ancora quelle sinuose forme con la stessa dolcezza della volta precedente, baciò la rosa la posò su quelle che per lui erano le labbra di quella leggiadra figura e quasi inginocchiandosi posò il dolce fiore ai suoi piedi. Trasognato il giovane riprese la strada del bosco mentre le gelide ombre dell'inverno imminente si allungavano come scure avide dita sulla valle sottostante conducendola nel regno delle tenebre. Quella notte piovette, una pioggia fredda fredda più della neve in montagna più del ghiaccio che d'inverno copre i laghi nel gelido nord. Il giovane chiuso nel suo meraviglioso sarcofago di pietra per la prima volta in tutti quei secoli ebbe un brivido di gelo, un gelo che non veniva dalla pelle ma veniva dal cuore. Aveva visto che la sua dolce compagna era restata in qualche modo rapita dai gesti di quel giovane solitario, rapita da quelle calde mani, dal fiore baciato che giaceva ai suoi piedi. Rapita da quella vita non nuova forse dimenticata che ora l'attirava a se come la terra attira la luna. Il giovane amante era preoccupato di questo avrebbe voluto chiarirsi fino in fondo con lei ma non voleva interferire fiducioso che il loro Noi il loro Amore non avrebbe mai ceduto. Il caldo sole del pomeriggio seguente fugò in parte i suoi dubbi.
Passarono poche settimane ed il giovane venne dal bosco come l'ultima volta, con un'altra rosa in mano. Era blu, del blu più profondo blu come il mare in tempesta come il cielo d'estate, la baciò la posò su quelle che per lui erano le labbra ed alzandosi sulle punte dei piedi la mise con cura la dove la fredda roccia si sfilava la dove lui vedeva dei meravigliosi capelli, si fermò per tutto il pomeriggio in contemplazione. L'oscurità giunse in fretta, le nuvole coprivano da tempo l'orizzonte ed abbassandosi inesorabilmente annunciavano l'arrivo della prima neve. Così fu, quella notte scese una lieve e soffice neve, inesorabile coprì tutto con il suo freddo manto; il giovane racchiuso nella fredda scorza della pietra sentì quella neve lieve più pesante e più fredda di tutte le altre volte. Il brivido interno dell'ultima volta era ora più forte e pungente, ed il cuore era tanto tanto pesante, un fardello che neanche lui poteva pensare potesse esistere al suo interno! Aveva notato che questa volta la sua dolce compagna era stata in qualche modo sedotta dal sapore che la libertà offre a chi è avido di possedere e non condividere. Il giovane capì che qualcosa si era incrinato era cambiato, ma questo pur spaventandolo terribilmente, lo faceva rimanere fiducioso nel loro Noi nel loro Amore che lui credeva essere più forte di tutte le rose di qualsiasi tentazione credeva che niente avrebbe mai fatto cadere il Tutto! La fredda notte del giorno seguente intorpidì i suoi pensieri e fece dimenticare in parte i suoi dubbi.
Passarono pochi giorni una mattina dal bosco uscire il giovane del vicino paese, aveva tra le dita una rosa bianca come la neve sotto la più pallida delle lune, si avvicinò alla figura di lei, baciò la rosa la sfiorò sulle sue labbra e baciando delicatamente le sue sottili e lievi mani ripose il candido fiore tra quello che lui credeva essere le sue dita. Stette tutto il giorno a contemplare quella fluttuante sagoma che sembrava volare nell'aria, la sera venne presto il freddo cominciava a farsi sentire, il giovane si vide costretto a rincasare con il sorriso dell'Amore stampato sul volto. La giovane chiusa in quella dura e fredda pietra era rimasta colpita da quel galante corteggiatore che niente faceva per nascondere i suoi intenti, si sentiva attratta da quel mondo che il suo Amore le aveva privato, pensò per un attimo per un momento che quello era ciò che le mancava per la sua pienezza, ciò che non avrebbe mai avuto dal suo compagno da quell'Amore! Si sentì confusa non sapeva spiegarsi, non sapeva che dire al giovane che per secoli aveva stretto tra le sue braccia, amato di Amore vero! Il giovane, ormai aveva capito che forse non era più l'indugiare della situazione ma era un qualcosa di più profondo e forte, capì che una mutazione era in atto nella sua dolce metà qualcosa che non poteva permettersi di fermare, perché la libertà è il dono supremo ed inalienabile che ogni innamorato deve riservare a chi ha la fortuna di avere accanto. La fiducia nel loro Noi nel loro Amore che lui credeva essere più forte di qualsiasi mutazione cominciò a vacillare! Ne il sole della mattina, ne la fredda notte del giorno seguente, ne tutte quelle che vennero fugarono più i suoi dubbi.
Ora ogni giorno il giovane del villaggio compariva dal bosco portando meravigliose rose alla sua gelida amata, la neve ormai aveva fatto la sua comparsa la collina ora una candida distesa soffice come un batuffolo di cotone; per il marmoreo giovane era quello il posto più freddo di tutto l'universo il posto dove il suo Amore non era più in grado di scaldare la sua compagna. Avrebbe voluto affrontare quel giovane spavaldo dal fare distratto forse timido sicuramente con soli primi fini: Lei e solo Lei. Ma non poteva: non voce poteva far vibrare, sibilare e ruggire nell'aria, non le fredde braccia poteva mettere tra loro, non le fredde mani avrebbe potuto usare forse con violenza. Niente di tutto questo poteva fare per il suo animo, la sua mite natura e sicuramente per il suo concetto d'Amore così preso dallo sconforto e dal dolore che dentro di lui pesava come un enorme macigno, decise di fare l'unica cosa che pensava giusta e, con il cuore distrutto da quel peso che più non poteva e voleva portare e che tanto lo torturava nelle agitate notti disse: "Amore devo parlarti, di noi di quel giovane che tanto ti turba che tanto ti incuriosisce, che tanto mi fa star male!", lei annui lasciando che il giovane si esprimesse su tutto quello che da lungo tempo covava dentro. "Dolce ora il nostro Amore sembra triste e stanco, chiuso tra in tetre mura destinato ad una lenta decadenza cadenzata da tristi e monotoni tocchi dello scandire del tempo, so che la pesantezza di questo nostro giuramento d'Amore ora pesa su te più che mai ora che sei confusa dalle attenzioni di quel giovane. Io non posso più portare un peso che mi distrugge lentamente mi logora ogni volta che so che tu preferisci le sue attenzioni alle mie..." il giovane si interruppe ed in quell'istante una lacrima uscì da quel giovane volto di roccia, pochi centimetri percorse nel freddo di quella notte per poi fermarsi illuminata dalla fredda luna che dall'alto assisteva tristemente al tutto, "... il suo amore al mio Amore! Ti prego decidi decidi su di noi, su di me! Ti prego!". Nessuna risposta giunse al giovane quella notte e nessuna risposta giunse nei giorni e nelle settimane seguenti. Intanto dal paese l'innamorato giungeva ogni volta più baldanzoso e con più coraggio e lei dietro quel freddo sepolcro non rinunciava a quelle attenzioni. Fu allora che il prigioniero della pietra capì che lei non era più capace di scegliere perché non voleva scegliere. Capì che avrebbe dovuto farlo lui.

Mio

here I am to talk you something about my last music experience. I'll talk to you about Tommy the first famous and successful Who's album. Who has had read my personal profile before maybe knows that The Who are one of my favorite band. This could sound strange because it's like if someone tell you that like skiing without he has had never seen snow... (I know it's a dreadful example but this morning I couldn't do something better :-)). Therefore now I feel compelled to tell you why I like this group. It was about six month ago when in June I was at Verona into the Arena with gloomy sky over my head when the first The Who's live concert in Italy after many years was starting. Before that time I had listened just a greatest hits The Who's album and I've had very appreciated it. At concert where the remaining part of the originally band, Pete Thownshend and Roger Daltrey, were in front of me, I was curios to see a great piece of rock in action... after a while I wasn't disappoint, the concert was started with the Overture of Tommy and continued with some song that I haven't never listened but this wasn't important. I was feeling that music, I was seeing Thownshend playing his guitar doing the famous windmill and the voice of Daltrey was scratching the air and a new, old energy was all around me there I have felt the music.. Unfortunately after about twenty minutes started to rain and soon the rain become a remake of the universal flood then the concert was stopped and Townshend before left the stage set tell us: " Rain should fall on you not on me!!!". The concert started again after more than one hour, meanwhile Daltrey have lost the voice so Townshend have substitute him. After half hour the concert finished and I felt that I assisted to something great.
Let's return to talk about Tommy. It's one of the first rock-opera album that has conceived, it talk about the story of a young boy Tommy that was dumb, blind and deaf that have deal with the trouble of an hard life. So the structure of album is build around this sad story where song after song it's introduce new character and new adventure. In this album I have found many wonderful song like: Overture, Cousin Kevin, The Acid Queen, Underture, Pinball Wizard, I'm free, Welcome, We're Not Gonna Take It... . In this album you can find some of the lost atmosphere of the sixty-seventy years, a part of the culture of that period. But i you reflect better on the album contains you can see that something is actual still now in our "modern" time.
I really appreciate this album and I would like to advise you. I'm sure that worth it!
Good bye,


Mio

Hi to every unpaid pastry chef like me,
some weeks ago I have promised that I would post the cousin recipe of my first hiker-cake finlay I found the time to do it.
First I would like to tell you because I like so much this cake that its name could be translate in English like Day&Night cake. I think because it has tied to my memories when I was very young and in morning when I have had breakfast I soaked this yummy cake covered of icing sugar in milk and coffee and the slice of cake has absorbed it like a sponge. t has been fantastic, like now!
Now I put apart my young memories and give you this fantastic recipe. Let's start with ingredients:

• 200 gr. of sugar
• 200 gr. of butter
• 200 gr of flour type 00 (for pastry)
  
• 200 gr. of "fecola" flour (fecola is the flour of potatoes)
• 6 eggs
• 30 gr. of cacao powder
  
• a folder of backing powder (maybe about 5 gr. to 10 gr.)
  
• little bit of cognac
• lemon skin
• a little bit of salt (about 2-3 gr.)

Preparation:

1. Whisk eggs whites with salt in a large bowl until it will be well whipped up
2. Whisk eggs yolk with sugar, when it will be whitening add butter that it has been blunted out of the fridge
3. Mix together two flours and then winnow it then add little by little to the ought of point two keep whisking
4. When the ought will be homogeneous add to the ought of point three the grated lemon skin and cognac and keep whisking
5. Then add whip eggs white of point one whisking slowly until the ought will became a soft and homogeneous cream
6. Divide the compound in two equal part, in one of two bin put, always keep whisking, little by little the cacao powder that you have winnowed before. If you want that the compound will have an heavy cacao taste add more of it but remember that when the cake will be baked it result more thick.
7. Take a pastry pot, of about 25 cm. of diameter, and cover it with a little bit of butter then put on it some flour or grated bread. For a right baked you will need just the part that will be thrust upon to the butter. If you prefer, like me a ring shaped cake, do the same in the right pot
8. Put in the pot two doughs alternate the white part whit the black one. Repeat until the compounds will end, you will obtained about two or three layer
9. Baked for from 25 to 40 minutes (depend on the oven) at 180°C. I you want verified your result when the cake is baking take a long toothpick and prick it, if there no part of cake on it then it's well-cooked. Remember that this procedure must be done when cooking it will be almost finished.
10. Take off the cake from the pot and leave that it make cold then cover (if you like) with icing sugar

If your experiment will be right accomplished you are eating a good slice of cake with coffee, milk or everything else. I'd like it also with out any "drink" where soak it, but until now I have never seen someone that prefer this opportunity to the first one. This is because this cake is heavy and attempt to knead in mouth. For this reason I put below an alternative (but not "original"), alternative recipes that will bring to a more soft result.
Ingredients:

• 150 gr. of sugar
• 150 gr. of butter
• 150 gr of flour type 00 (for pastry)
  
• 150 gr. of "fecola" flour (fecola is the flour of potatoes)
• 5 eggs
• 30 gr. of cacao powder
  
• a folder of backing powder (maybe about 5 gr. to 10 gr.)
• from three to five spoon of milk (about 8 cl.) or better yogurt (125ml)
  
• little bit of cognac
• lemon skin
• a little bit of salt (about 2-3 gr.)

The procedure is the same that has been described before, with exception that you must add milk at point three.
I hope that you or better if someone close to you, will prepare soon a sweet and pleasant weakening to you with my Giorno e Notte. See you soon!

Mio


PS: Unfortunately I have no pictures of it but I put here just I'll do my next giorno e notte

Non poteva e non doveva finire così pensarono nello stesso istante i giovani amanti, nel medesimo attimo il fuoco dell'Amore bruciò con la forza di mille soli, si divincolarono da quelle gelide e rudi prese, come due stelle cadenti che si lanciano sulla terra l'uno si lanciò sull'altra le loro labbra si dischiusero, la voce uscì dal loro cuore vibrò nell'aria come l'ultimo tuono di un temporale estivo, possente e limpida la formula innominabile della vecchia quercia era stata svelata il silenzio cadde in quella notte come il più sordo dei rumori, come neanche nelle più alte e sperdute vette del mondo essere vivente abbia mai sentito. Le due stelle cadenti giunte alla fine del loro maestoso e argenteo volo si spensero. I due giovani amanti erano ora una figura sola di un abbraccio immortale, le candide vellutate e fresche forme, i luccicanti capelli di quella notte avevano lasciato il posto ad una strana fredda pietra, meravigliosa come il più splendido dei marmi indistruttibile come il granito più duro gelida come la vecchia luna di quella notte. Niente era restato di vivo, solo una muta, altera e maestosa sagoma pietra che delineava la sagoma di due giovani abbracciati nell'Amore eterno.
L'alba sorse quella mattina come tutte le mattine con il suo roseo occhio ad illuminare le fredde terre, a sciogliere lentamente il lieve e pallido velo che le copre. Quella mattina forse incuriosita forse sorpresa sembrò indugiare un attimo quando arrivò al vertice della collina. Quel solitario monolite ora, sotto il suo caldo occhio sembrava possedere vita, che ardeva di un fuoco inesauribile sprigionato dall'Amore. Ebbene si, quella pietra non era morta come tutte le altre, era viva pensava e provava emozioni come tutti le donne e gli uomini, possedeva un'anima ma soprattutto amava! I due giovani ora godevano per l'eternità il sublime privilegio di concedersi l'uno all'altra vivendo solo nell'Amore niente per loro era tortura non la loro immobilità non le loro giovani membra tramutate in quel mirevole minerale, non l'impossibilità di comunicare con le mortali parole, non la vista complice dei loro occhi, non il tocco delle giovani membra, nulla era importante, nulla di mortale esperienza valeva più del loro Amore eterno della felicità che inesauribilmente esso può sprigionare, della leggerezza che può creare a chi si sa sacrificare sapendo che donare è il tutto ed il ricevere viene da se.
Da quella notte le stagioni sono trascorse innumerevoli come innumerevoli sono solo le stelle in tutto firmamento, ma sulla cima di quella collina ogni mattina l'alba illumina quel baluardo di roccia splendente nella sua immutabile bellezza, ne il tempo ne le intemperie sembravano scalfirlo o segnarlo anzi sembravano cullarlo con dolci carezze che, anche le più ruvide mani sanno fare quando usano la dolcezza che viene dal cuore.
In tutti questi anni coppie di innamorati attirate dalla bellezza di quel posto, da quel monolite dalle sognati fattezze dalla leggenda ad esso legata si sono giurate Amore eterno davanti a quei testimoni immobili e solenni; ognuno consegnava nelle mani dell'altro il suo cuore perché lo costudisse dagli eventi nefasti che la vita serba per ognuno, per proteggerlo da quei scherzi che solo il fato può provare piacere nel fare. Tutte le coppie sentivano in quel posto il caldo torpore di un fuoco che ardeva eterno, il fuoco sentito dai loro genitori, dai loro nonni, un fuoco che memoria d'uomo non ricordava essersi mai estinto, essere sempre esistito. Era proprio così, peccato che i loro occhi mortali non vedessero la vita in quella fredda roccia, non vedessero l'Amore che essa sprigionava. Per fortuna gli occhi del cuore li aiutavano a percepire tutta quella magia.
Le foglie ormai stanche si lasciavano cadere a terra come rossastre lacrime di pioggia si posavano lievemente sul terreno mettendo a nudo i freddi tronchi degli alberi, l'autunno si stava inoltrando il freddo cominciava a spargersi nell'aria con le prime nebbie quasi come una morte invisibile si insinuava nel bosco alla ricerca delle sue prede assalendole con la sua morsa inesorabile.
Era un tiepido pomeriggio della fine di ottobre ed un giovane solitario si avvicinò nei pressi della maestosa roccia che da tempo vedeva dal paese ma che non era mai andato a contemplare; rimase folgorato dalla bellezza di quei lineamenti, di quelle forme armoniose e dinamiche di quell'eterno abbraccio; guardando le fattezze della roccia restò colpito dalla bellezza che si intravedeva nella figura che assomigliava ad una giovane fanciulla che si slanciava verso il suo compagno, istintivamente toccò quelli che lui credevano essere i suoi capelli, le sue braccia i suoi fianchi, un brivido di calore entrò da quelle giovani dita in quella fredda roccia aveva percepito la vita! Stranito corse verso casa con quella sensazione nel cuore. Scese la notte e fu una notte strana, diversa troppo fredda più fredda di qualsiasi altro autunno a memoria d'anziano; la vecchia roccia stava la come tutte le sere a risplendere sotto le stelle i giovani amanti sembravano agli occhi mortali sempre fissi ed immutabili nelle loro forme, ma solo quello non era cambiato... . L'incontro della mattina aveva modificato qualcosa che neanche tutto il freddo, il vento ed i terremoti di quei lunghi secoli avevano fatto traballare, qualcosa stava cambiando. La giovane era stata turbata dal tocco di quel ragazzo solitario, da quel gentile sfiorare la sua fredda superficie dal calore delle sue dita, per un attimo per un momento aveva sentito qualcosa che non ricordava così piacevole, la vita oltre quell'Amore. Il faro della spensieratezza e della libertà da quell'Amore l'avevano tentata! Il giovane amante si accorse di ciò ma pensò che la bellezza di quell'attimo non poteva competere con tutto l'Amore che aveva in serbo per lei con tutto l'Amore che gli aveva sempre dimostrato. Pensava che il loro Noi il loro Amore non avrebbe mai ceduto a nessun egoismo. Il giovane sole della mattina fugò ogni suo pensiero.


Mio

Hi girls and boys,
yesterday morning I wasn't a bright day, or rather was a very cloudy and foggy day. At about nine o'clock Nicola contacted me for deciding to went out for a short tour in the mountain. By now we have been expert mountain hikers, (? :-) ) then we have agreed that over the cloudy maybe there was a sunny day... with this hope we have arrived at the parking place at eleven o'clock. After a while we have walked through the clouds. When the dirty road has raised here and there has appeared plaque of snow, after half hour we have come out of clouds, we have been over that gray and soft curtain. A wonderful and peer less landscape has disclosed in front of our eyes. An ocean of motion clouds has travelled under our foots and in the distance only the highest mountain top has appeared like an enormous static iceberg made of snow and rocks.
All around us has been dreaming and fairing, mughi trees has had white plume of snow that had modeled by the wind, the snow that covered the small hill close to us has appeared like soft dune made of crystal. After a while we have been on a large path in the snow trace on the crown that bring us to Altissimo mountaintop, on our left two curios black shadow has followed us on another path traced on the snow by the funny paintbrush of the midday sun. In twenty minutes we have "conquered" the mountaintop at 2058 meter of high and we have sited on a bench inside the mountain refuge Damiano Chiesa with the company of a typical hikers liquor the parampampoli.
After a while we have been out of refuge to eatten my last delicious mountain-hikers cake: zelten that is a typical Trentino Christmas cake, I promise you that I'll post the recipe before Christmas. So we have been really ready to depart to went back through the same snow path from we had come, in less then a hour we have reached the car ready to come back home.
I would like thanks with Nicola for the good and smart company, less for him despotic decisions (:-p)... thanks a lot Nicola!
Yesterday I really enjoyed because I saw a little piece of the wonderful mountain winter landscape, with its dreaming and strange shape, I saw ethereal panoramas that only who want see could find.
Yesterday down in valley was a typical autumnal gray day but over the gray clouds was an incredible bright and fairy blue day. Now I ask to myself how many times I didn't try to find the blue sky in me over my gloomy clouds!
Good bye, I hope sunny, blogger.

Mio

I loro genitori si erano dimenticati di fare i conti con l'inesorabile forza dell'Amore che legava i due giovani. Infatti non passò più di una notte di solitudine che entrambi fuggirono con le ombre della notte a coprirgli la strada con la voce del cuore si chiamarono e si trovarono sotto la stessa quercia che l'estate aveva fatto da testimone al loro Amore. Tra baci ed abbracci si ricongiunsero con gli occhi pieni di lacrime si sentivano il Tutto condividevano una pienezza incredibile, l'Amore era più forte che mai. Quando le lacrime lasciarono il posto ai flebili singhiozzii cominciarono a parlare di come risolvere il loro problema con le rispettive famiglie, erano disperati perché non trovavano una soluzione lo sconforto si impadronì di loro e la tristezza era entrata pian piano nei loro cuori. Vedendo tutto questo dall'alto l'antica quercia si commosse e per la prima volta in vita sua parlò. I due giovani furono in principio spaventati da quella profonda voce che veniva dal bosco, non ne capivano la provenienza istintivamente si strinsero l'uno all'altra appoggiandosi all'albero. "Non abbiate paura, sono io..." di nuovo quella voce suadente e profonda, "Io la vecchia quercia". I due giovani sobbalzarono allontanandosi di scatto dal rugoso tronco con la paura negli occhi. Allora l'albero parlò ancora: "Non abbiate paura non vi farò del male, ma non potevo tacere oltre. Questa è la prima volta che parlo in tutta la mia millenaria vita, parlo perché non posso rimanere muta di fronte ad un'Amore distrutto dall'egoismo, quell'Amore che io ho tenuto a battezzo!". Nei due giovani lo stupore e lo spavento lasciarono spazio alla curiosità e all'ascolto di quella saggia voce. "Cari giovani io vi ho visti al vostro primo bacio e ho visto il vostro Amore nascere e crescere, ora saprei come rendere indistruttibile il vostro legame, saprei come dargli la forza che nessuna interferenza esterna riuscirà mai spezzare, purtroppo io so...", "Perché purtroppo?" l'interruppero i giovani all'unisono; "Purtroppo perché quello che dovereste pagare per avere ciò che vi prometto è alto forse troppo alto per chiunque ma è l'unico prezzo per godere del privilegio del vostro Amore". I due giovani spaventati si rivolsero a quel tronco inanimato dicendo: "Ti prego svelaci il segreto per annullare le nostre pene, per poter godere del nostro Amore pienamente!", la quercia commossa dall'Amore che vedeva nel cuore dei due giovani disse:"Ve lo dirò ma sappiate che quello a cui dovrete rinunciare sarà qualcosa di più della vita, qualcosa che solo chi ama veramente è capace di accettare senza alcun peso, qualcosa che per chi non Ama veramente, può essere solo che una tortura indicibile e senza fine!" i due giovani insistettero: "Non temere saggia quercia il nostro Amore è unico ed indissolubile come la luna e le stelle nella notte, come il sole splendente nel cielo più blu!". "Ebbene vi svelerò il segreto, ma badate bene se non vi Amate veramente sarà per voi la più grande tortura di tutta la vostra vita! Tortura che potrà finire solo con la fine del vostro Amore, finirà con l'addio alla vita di uno di voi!". La coppia a queste parole un po' spaventata incedette, la paura offuscava la loro decisione. Si guardarono negli occhi intensamente tentando di scrutare il profondo del loro cuore l'intimo delle loro anime. Per lunghi momenti le parole entravano nei loro cuori senza che nessuna lettera vibrasse nell'aria, infine con una lunga argentea lacrima che rigava le loro facce si voltarono verso il maestoso albero dicendo: "Svelaci saggia quercia il segreto che per tanto tempo hai custudito svelaci il segreto dell'Amore che può essere eterno!" ad un tratto il vento si spense le foglie che giacevano su terreno non si muovevano più gli uccelli notturni divennero muti e dall'alto la luna si nascose dietro timide nubi la quercia parlò svelando quelle magiche parole che qui non possono essere ripetute e, subito dopo tutto ricominciò a vivere a muoversi a tornare al prima, la quercia ora era di nuovo muta. I giovani avevano finito le domande.
Il bosco cominciò ad animarsi in uno scompigliato trambusto, uomini con lanterne gridavano nomi che percuotevano l'aria come il vento autunnale sibila tra i rami. Le famiglie dei giovani erano alla ricerca della coppia. Sentendo quelle voci gli innamorati cominciarono a correre veloci veloci nella direzione opposta, scappare dal loro peggiore incubo per varcare la porta della loro libertà. Il bosco si diradava sempre più i rami degli alberi scioglievano il loro freddo intreccio come le vecchie secche dita d'un anziano quando salutano qualcuno in lontananza. Si trovarono improvvisamente sulla collina che sovrastava il paese, l'erba coperta della bruma autunnale scricchiolava lievemente al loro passaggio la luna illuminava il tutto, cristalli eterei sotto i loro piedi segnavano la strada, diamanti sulle loro teste vegliavano la loro fuga, bianco vapore sulle loro labbra segnale della folle corsa. All'improvviso un rumore una voce profonda di un'uomo adulto interruppe il loro passo, il fiato corto della giovane coppia svanì con l'illusione della libertà. Erano stati scoperti, scovati e bloccati; il padre del giovane bloccava la strada di fronte a loro, con uno sguardo severo e penetrante con la sua mole imponente tutto attorno sembrava piccolo piccolo. Si strinsero forte le mani, non volevano rinunciare alla loro libertà, alla loro vita, al loro Amore. Si girarono di scatto come solo una lepre messa alle strette potrebbe fare, tentarono ancora la strada del bosco, l'abbraccio freddo di quelle dita secche secche. Erano arrivati quasi alle prime basse fronde quando un'altera scura figura uscì come un fantasma dalle secche frasche, occhi di felino a caccia che sa di aver la tra gli artigli li li puntarono, era il padre di lei si moveva lentamente con la tranquillità di chi sa che il tempo non conta quando il risultato è assicurato! Due muri invalicabili cingevano i giovani in una morsa un letto di cristalli tra di essi un'infinità di diamanti nel cielo, la fine di un sogno la fine di quell'utopia reale stretta in quelle giovani e fredde mani. Ora erano la nel centro di quella collina, dall'alto di quel luccicante trono dominavano la valle, commossi si abbracciarono la stretta che gli univa era quella dell'Amore, credevano che niente e nessuno potesse scioglierla chiudendo gli occhi si baciarono, ancora il loro Amore era la misura del tempo, tempo dove un attimo un momento trascorre come mille stagioni, stagioni di maggio stagioni di fiori di profumi di vita! Mani possenti strinsero quell'abbraccio d'Amore, le loro braccia persero improvvisamente le forze l'impeto della violenza li aveva sorpresi come una tempesta estiva nel mare più calmo ed azzurro, turbini inesorabili lottavano per spezzare le catene che ancoravano i due giovani, presto le maglie caddero a terra d'argento freddo e cristallino brillavano alla luna erano le lacrime dei loro occhi che sempre più distanti brillavano.


Mio

Hi guys,
just now I can write this post about my last tour in mountain, because this week is very busy for me but this doesn't matter...
Let's now to talk about my last tour. Sunday I went with, by now, my official trekking friend Nicola on Misone Mountain that is a quite high mountain on the west side of Busa.
On Sunday morning at about eleven o'clock we departed to the small village of Ville del monte to reached the parking place near mountain refuge St. Pietro. Unfortunately the day wasn't bright rather was a very foggy and cloudy day. This haven't worry us, because we have knew (or batter hope) that Sunday a rainless day. After a while we have marched to our goal.
Like every times that we have been together in mountain we have kept company with chat about our last news, until the road has become a dirty one and the dirty road has become a path through the rocks and the trees, there our chat has interrupted by our breathless. The path has become to climb on the mountain, foggy has kept us a silence and paled company. After about one hour we have took the path that has turned on right directed to Tenno mountain farm. When we have arrived a singular and rather bare view has waited us, all fields has been destroyed by man made work that has provided to brought there water and has uprooted some trees. After Nicola has took some pictures we went ahead on the muddy path, to mountaintop of Misone.
After a while we have walked on first snow that the week before has fall on mountaintop, we have been alone nobody on the path, no footprint on the snow ahead us, only a lightweight foggy has followed us. After about forty minutes we have arrived on the top at 1800 mt. of altitude. We haven't knew nothing about our position our puckish company has rendered all withe.
After a short lunched packet we have departed to the path of return, when we have arrived at mountain farm Tenno a shiny sun has appeared, unfortunately too late for show us a beautiful view from the Misone mountaintop. There we have decided to went to the near mountain farm Fiavè, after thirty minutes we has appreciated the grass field and the lonely of that landscape. After about two hour we have reached the parking, this time without the pale company of the moon, but this time doesn't matter.
I would like thanks with Nicola that this time, like other many times, has kept me a good, brave and bright company! Many thanks Nicola.
From Sunday I'll bring with me the peace that some times only the loneliness of certain place could give you.
See you soon,

Mio


PS: Every pictures that I have linked here to my Picasa gallery has taken by Nicola Peroni. I haven't published my worst photos, where me neither recognized myself. This photos are available only on demand... OK NICOLA!!! ;-)

it was yesterday evening about at 9:00 PM that I had a shower, my shoulder and my legs ached a little for the rucksuck weight that I have brought on my back for about ten hours and for the long walk that has take about thirty kilometers in the mountain. Now it's about 5:30 AM (the day after), my shoulder and my legs ache little less but I feel more then good! But now let's talk a little about yesterday...
Like every Sunday tomorrow I went to had a trip on mountain with my friend Nicola. Of course, like every time more or less, we departed from my home to an unknown mountain near Busa. After some little map-geographic and orienting problems, we have arrived to mountain refuge Graziani on Baldo Mountain; no sunshine has waiting for us only a cold and covered morning has gave us the welcomed!
After a while we have convinced each other that we have done a mmistake for the point of start but we have been near to the right point... in that moment we have done our second, now very big, mistake!
At 9:00 AM we were ready to went to Cima Telegrafo, yes the same place of last Sunday, but yesterday we have reached it from north-east, and not from south east. After twenty minutes of walk on the pave road we have took the path into a beech wood tree, the path S.A.T. numbered 251, that we haven't left for a long, long time... . After one hour we have left our last grass field and we have walked on the ridge, with a fall and dark Garda Lake on our right and a yellow grass-fields on our left distance behind an high barrier of Mugo-Pine tree. We have walked talked nicely about the week things that we have had occurred, sometimes with a short breath sometimes with a tea cup in our hand. We have continued to walk mountain top after mountain top and we have found nobody on our path not even we haven't saw in distance a lonely hunt with his faith dog have kept us company.
The third mountain top have conquered, all over 2000 meters, and about three hours of walk have passed but we haven't saw Cima Telegrafo jet, something haven't returned in our count because we must been very near to it! Just after about other two hours we have discovered how we have mistaken... .
It was 12:40 PM the first time that Nicola has told me the time, and Cima Telegrafo has been ahead us behind a mountain top, after about one hour and five fairly high mountain top we were under the big metal cross that signed almost every mountain top in the alps. We drunk our hot tea, ate some plain chocolate and of course ate my traditional trekking cake that I made the day before (this time was an traditional Trentino apple cake). At 2:00 PM we were ready to went home, we were awared that the return trip will be very long. We took the path S.A.T. numbered 252 down to the mountain through the mughi under a shiny sun. After about two-three hours we have walked again on a pave road that has conducted us to the car at mountain refuge Graziani. Time have been passed and a curios paled moon has kept us company. We have been distance from the car jet, the chilly night has knocked with its hand on our bodies, we have dressed all our chilly-dress protection maybe we have seemed alone heroes of lost times... surely for the alone cars that has passed on the road we have seemed alone crazy guys! :-)
After a while the paled and curious moon has met in the sky million of shiny stars to talked about that two strange guys that have walked only with the company of their dark and faithful shadow. At about 6:40 PM, after about ten hour and thirty kilometers, I was in the parking place a little bit tired but light and free!
After a well-deserved supper pause at the near small village we went home, but now you know the rest of the story...
I would like to thanks with Nicola for him preciuos company that never bore ad always is bright and stimulate our chat. Many thanks Nicola!
From yesterday I'll bring with me the lightness of the fatigue when you passed a good time with a good person, when you walk on a crest mountain top by mountain top, when the moon signed you the road with the cold kiss of the night chilly keep you company. For me few things are precious like this and very few are better than this!
Good bye,

Mio


PS: This time there are not the traditional large photo gallery because the time wasn't very good!

here I am, I have been listening intensively since three weeks my last Yes album, Close To The Edge, and it hasn't stuffed me this meaning for me that it is a really good album then I have decided to write some personal opinion on it, maybe I'll persuade someone to listen it!
First of all it is important find for this album a place in the infinite sky of rock music, this place is the piebald galaxy of progressive rock. At this two last words someone will stop to read this post, I know this sort of rock is heavy to listen but for me it is very delicious if you find the patience to listen it.
But now let's return to talk about Close To The Edge, it has composed of three songs, this is terrible for people that come from a nowadays pop-rock because because it means that each song has an enormous length, don't worry about this! Every song, like every progressive-rock song is organize in more movement, like in classical music, where music themes change from a beginning to an ending. The three songs are:

1. "Close to the Edge" (Jon Anderson, Steve Howe) – 18:42
   • "The Solid Time of Change"
   • "Total Mass Retain"
   • "I Get Up I Get Down"
   • "Seasons of Man" (song sample - 176K)
2. "And You and I" (Anderson; Themes by Bill Bruford, Howe, Chris Squire) – 10:09
   • "Cord of Life"
   • "Eclipse" (Anderson, Bruford, Howe)
   • "The Preacher the Teacher"
   • "Apocalypse"
3. "Siberian Khatru" (Anderson; Themes by Anderson, Howe, Rick Wakeman) – 8:55

Now you can see the enormous length :-).
If you are an entrant of prog-rock and you want approach to it I advise you to try to listen several times the second song if you like it maybe you will like every Yes's song and more other progressive rock band.
And You And I it's form me the best song in this album, when I have listen it first time I have felt the atmosphere that every excellent song had risen in me to put it better I understand that
I haven't listen a song but I have felt it, it's difficult to explain it for me but I hope that you have understand my thought, right now (it is a curious coincident or I am very very slow when I write in English :-)) I am "feeling" the movement The Preacher The Teacher, it's fantastic how the fairy voice of Anderson follow the music the became voice and voice music!
The other songs of the album are also interesting but I have founded it a little bit more difficult to listen immediately, but this is only my personal opinion. Anyhow the beautiful of this album in general is enclose in it dreaming, soft and ethereal atmosphere that you can find in the pictures of the cover, the dreaming Yes's Atmosphere!!!
See you soon,

Mio

this morning is my very pleasure talk to you of my last trekking tour, that yesterday took me on Cima Telegrafo a mountain top in Baldo group mountain that is the last group mountains in north east part of Italy, close to Garda Lake, before Pianura Padana (the biggest plain in the north of Italy).
Yesterday morning at 7.00 AM I was waiting my friend Nicola ready for execute the diabolic trekking plain that Saturday evening we planned start from almost four possibility that Nicola have found on some guide maps. After about one hour were in the parking place of Prada Alta, a very small village over Brenzone on Garda Lake, ready to go.
Soon the pave road it changed into a dirt road encircled of ochre fall grass field, ancient farms observed us with severe curiosity from the both sides of road. The sun had some trouble to break down the morning mist but we were sure that after it's going to keep us company.
After about thirty minutes we was on a hill top where we can saw hill cling south side of Garda Lake, behind our back the mountain top was waiting us. We passed through a secular beech tree wood, at its end we found the cold kiss of autumnal wind to gave us the welcomed. We were at mountain refuge Mondini, fall grass field were all over around us our chat were continued about the maximum system that rule the world... soon Nicola had observed that we brought back to talked to the same one. Today thought at yesterday smart chat I'm agree with him! :-)
After about thirty we were at the mountain refuge Fiori del Baldo, the air were become chilly and blew heavy then ever, it was a fresh breath of life for my plumb and a recharge for my brain. Meanwhile Nicola had caressed Meggie a big S. Bernardo that kept a sleeping guard to the refuge. We were ready to gone to the next stage, Cima Telegrafo waiting for us.
The wind kept us company, the bright and always interesting chats have forgotten us the chilly new strange and unexpected scenarios recompensed our fatigue. We were arrived on mountain top, Cima Telegrafo, with a great satisfaction! Unfortunately for us the mountain refuge of Cima Telegrafo, G. Barana, was close and Nicola was hungry like a shark after an entire year of starve! Fortunately for him I have brought for both some delicious (?) cake that I have cuisine the day before (I'll post the recipe soon). Maybe I have appeared to his eyes like a sort of magic, big, bearded and talked S.Bernardo that gave him cake instead a good small barrel of liqueur... a terrible NIGHTMARE!!! I hope that you have appreciated it. After some pictures we have been on the return path, the sky have been clear and bright our step have become a little bit more heavy but we haven't cared less of this. Before we have left the last mountain refuge Fiori del Baldo, we have entered to took a good mountain elixir Nicola advise me to tried a drink called Bombardino (a bad translation sound like small bomber), it is a bomb, if you have occasion will try it!
When Bombardino has become to do its effect (about twenty second after last sip), we have been ready to left the refuge. On the way of return we have decided to took another path trust on our orientation faculty (we have remembered last "triumphant"excursion but not the first one :-)), after too many kilometers for come back, we have realized that we have token a wrong path! Our (? :-)) mood anyhow have been high, and after thirty minutes we have found the right path! On a hill top near a ancient farm a beautiful and breathtaking sunset on Garda Lake has full my eyes, we enjoy it for ten minutes after that red, blue, yellow, violet have been substitute by dark eyes of a young evening ready to dress the cloth of a wonderful night. At about 5.00 PM we were in the parking place, mood & happy!
I would like another time thanks to Nicola for his good company his bright and smart point of view on everything and in particular on the only system that rule the world :-). With you every tour isn't boring. (maybe it could be idiot or stupid... ;-)). Finally I would thanks to him for tolerate my sunset-photos-sick (an hold personal pathology) that has brought me to take hundreds and hundreds narcissist and not photos when the sunny down! Many thanks Nicola!!!
Yesterday I really enjoy, with this trip I have erase almost all of heavy things that have touched me during the week, nothing new just old thought that I hope some day stop to torture me. Yesterday I lost many times the Time dimension and this mean for me that I have stop it in my memories!
Good bye,

Mio

Hi blogger,
today I would like present you an album that recently I have discovered again and I have very appreciate. This is Red a King Crimson's album. King Crimson are a progressive rock band that was born in the end of '60, it was very popular since its first release album (The court of the Crimson King) where we can find almost pure that this band and in particular its leader, Robert Fripp, will bring ahead until now even if the composition of band have change many times during the years. What I have found fantastic in King Crimson are first of all the delicacy of some song and the magnificent power of other! I don't want be high hat, but for my experience (first of all I have proved it on me) this band it is not easy to listen, but don't demoralize if you try to hang it there you'll be recompensed! Of course this is only my personal opinion!
Let's back again to Red, I want to advise it to you just for two (of fours) good, dreaming, delicate and why not romantic songs: Fallen Angel and Starless. Who people that have never listened some progressive rock surely hear the songs very strange and maybe they will ask to their self: "Where are delicate, romanticism, dreaming..." unfortunately I can't show to you. Every time that I have listened it I like stop for a while rise the volume and put on my headphones and listen, every time the time dimension fairly change at in the end I feel better. Because I have done a trip in memories and a trip in my hopes!
Someone could thing that my toughs, my words doesn't have sense I image it but fortunately only this...
See you soon blogger, if you have the occasion listen this album maybe you will appreciate it!

Mio



PS: There are another two good songs: Red and Providence. Both are quite complicated to listen, maybe are a mirror of the pure King Crimson's progressive songs.

here we are in the middle of fall season, fortunately the weather save us days where we can still enjoy the beautiful of a nature that play to became old and die before born to a new life.
Yesterday morning I gone with my friend Nicola to Nino Pernici's refuge, it is a small and pretty refuge that overlooking on the west side Busa. We departe at 7:00 AM from my home without destination but after a very long discussion, about 2 minutes, we were agree. In 30 minutes we have arrived to Mezzolago in Ledro valley with rucksack on back ready to go. Soon our chat left place to a deep and persistent short of breath, we have asked to the other, with smiling face, who have had that morning the good idea to depart from there... meanwhile the climb have gone on but this didn't stops our conversation that have returned to keep company.
After one hour, we have arrived to Bocca di Dromaè. Busa was opposite from us and Ledro valley was behind us, we have arrived on the path that will bring us to Pernici's refuge, the cold kiss of Fall's wind have remembered us that were batter walk and never stop.
We have followed the path that remain in quote (about 1500 mt.) and after about one hour we were set down on a bench outside Pernici's mountain refuge (unfortunately it were closed!!!). The sun have hidden behind the clouds we have disappointed. After we have eaten our minimal packet lunch we have ready to come back. When we have arrived to Bocca Saval curiosity have knock (again like every time) to our mind so we have decided to take a new path for the return. Then with a map in the hands we was ready to lost, like almost time, in the mountain... :-) . The sun have become to show its pale cold face, the afternoon become bright we have relaxed on the field, the wind have become gently and the silence have had the voice of the shoal grass move by the wind. It was the soft voice of autumn that sang a delicate song for us. We won't depart from there! After a while we were in the naked wood, on the return way, where some last anarchist and egoist trees tried to keep their leafs for them gift us the very last beautiful autumn colors before the wind and chilly will blow all away.
After about seven (!!!) hours we were at the parking ready to come back to home, were waiting us a good wine and some maroon. What I will wish more from yesterday? NOTHING!
What I remember jet of yesterday? The Fall's song that sang with the soft and gently voice of the wind through grass, that sang the whisper of leafs that fell down like a red-yellow rain that didn't dip, that didn't came from a beautiful sky.
Thanks to Nicola for good and peerless company and everything else!!!
Say good bye,

Mio

here I am with another cuisine recipe I have found it on the web when I've looked for bread recipes. When I have found a rapid and easy one I have told to myself: "This one is for me!". The recipe is called No Knead Bread, (you can find an Italian recipe version on Passione&Cucina )
I call my sort of bread Mio's No Knead Bread because I didn't able to obtain a good result with the original recipe so I have changed the original recipe from time to time. I have felt like the Muffin Man in a Frank Zappa's song :-) .

Let's start with the ingredients:

Now we can pass to the procedure:

Now that the my secret is disclose you can expired YOUR'S no knead bread to changing type of flour (integral, bran, ...), quantity of yeast or everything else.
Now I say good bye because I must go to switch on the oven Mio's no Knead breads are waiting for me!!!

Mio



PS: I call my bread with my nickname only because the of ingredients change from the original dose recipe and the rise time with my bread is the half of the original one. I don't want its paternity.

Hi blogger,
recently I have listen some "old" album. Album that keep me company especially during this last year and before. One more time I have been surprised for the strange kind of magic that the music have on me. (maybe it is the same for you...)
Music, for me, have the funny and interesting property to tie with memories and hide in them like the stars in a sunny day, in apparently there are no stars, in apparently there are only memories.Now I am listening Willy the Pimp in a while I'm in faculty it's evening maybe too late, I have work on my thesis. Now I am listening Yo' Mama it's raining I am alone only a river keep me company with its deep roar. Now I am listening Island, Black Napkins, Watermelon in Easter Hay, Ogre Battle, The End, Manà, Anyway the Wind Blows, 21th Century Schizoid Man, Little Wings, Nuestros Sueños, Cool Cat, Jealous Guy, Quando Sarò Capace d'Amare, a "stupid" cellphone ringing tone... and so on and on.
All this songs (and many others) evoke in me memories that generate sensation trough it I can touch, see, savor, heard, sniff of people, landscape, voices lost in time, space and hearth!
This is for me the great power of music, a good or bad trip in myself down in the deep tuck of memories close to my inner self, close to my pains close to my pleasure!
Camaron is singing SOY GITANO: "...y una guitarra y tus ojos ay al laito de una candela...", GRANDE MOMENTO!
Good bye music lover .


Mio


"Colour is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key then another to cause vibration in the soul"

Vassily Kandinsky

Picture: Painting becomes music - by Vassily Kandisky